#continuation of asks

[frostbittensprite]

Everything is Mendable

Jack pursed his lips, “I can help you know, spruce up the place with you again.” He felt partly responsible for some reason or maybe it was the need to fix something after all that’s happened left him with this urge to try. 

He grew silent once more, following closely behind Brunnie up the steps and in to the nook. The accumulation of dust only increasing in a puff are once Jack joined the girl on the opposite cushion she gestured to. He seemed hesitant again, pulling out his battered hands from the pocket of his sweatshirt to hold out for the brunette. 

Jack bore in to his own hands, noting the patches of discoloration, bruises and raw cuts before the urge to hide them again was like an itch he couldn’t scratch under Brunnie’s surveillance. He instead choice to look up at her sheepishly, “…thanks B.”

[shatteredxgrace-blog]

One Night of Refuge - ( Castiel/Balthazar )

Ahahaha— that was quite awhile ago. Balthazar could even recall the last time they actually had which was probably one of their last times they’d had a great time together. He wouldn’t say though. “Quite— quite awhile there Cas don’t worry about that.” He kept a good firm hold on the other as they walked. In a very short time did they make it to where Cas was wanting to go and inside they went.

When they reached the proper place of residence, Castiel's sapphire orbs scanned the perimeter before pulling out the key to open the heavy metal doors. He led Balthazar inside, firmly closing the doors behind him and sliding the bolt into place. With a flick of his wrist, the ex-celestial flipped the switch; the Winchesters were out, which wasn't too uncommon - especially as of late; Dean was still upset with him - so the ex-celestial had taken to drinking. Castiel guided Balthazar toward the table and slipped into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he pulled out a fresh bottle of liquor ( a pricey French import ) and poured two glasses. Taking a rather generous swig, his brow rose in satisfaction as he peered down at the glass in his hand. It had quite the kick to it. Returning to the other's side, he passed over a glass and set the bottle down on the table.

                                                  "Try this." With a chuckle - and a wink - he downed the bronze-coloured liquor in his glass. Castiel, certainly, was ridding himself of the pain by drowning himself in alcohol, numbing himself to the bitter self-loathing he was wont to succumb to every day.

[crystalinegodoflies]

A little help? // CLOSED

Loki carded a hand through Tony's hair and smiled. "Nothing much, just a little broken wrist... but I need your help with it," Loki said softly, showing Tony the arm he had wrapped up with ice.